Unicorn bullets

~13~

Making his way to his respective classroom, Yeonjun fiddles on his set of chains attached on his jeans, evidently showing that he's not used to his own changes himself. It was suffocating but at least the bullying toned down a lot.

He sat on his usual spot; at the corner of the room beside the window. Sighing, he put his forearms on top of his desk and let his head hang down, licking and playing on his silver lip ring as a thought rushes in. Him and Soobin still haven't started to practice anything for the festival and it's bugging him the hell out.

Glancing at the wall clock at the front of the room and seeing that he still got some time before classes start again, he made his way outside, abruptly standing up from his seat. As he was about to turn a corner at the door, he bumped into the man that he was just thinking about earlier.

Soobin looked annoyed for a split second and flustered the next. He still can't decipher how fucking hot Yeonjun looks with that lip ring on his plump lips. The older noticed that Soobin is staring at his lips, making a blush creep its way through his face. He looked down and asked.

"A-are you gonna burst at me again? Do you want to say something?" Soobin snapped out of his trance and looked at the crown of the boy's head.

"...idiot," was the only thing that Yeonjun's pair of ears heard. Disappointed, he excused himself and rushed to the school's office, a complaint in mind, ready to voice it out. He wasn't ready to know what Soobin actually said earlier, who was now standing by the doorway of the room.

"You look hot, you idiot."

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The black-haired man found himself in front of the door to the office, towering down over him. He hesitatingly knocked three times and let himself peek into the room first. Knowing that he's allowed inside, he closed the door behind him and sat on one of the chairs ahead of the desk of the dean.

"What made you step your foot into this room, Yeonjun? Is there something bothering you?" The dean  tenderly asked.

"Well, Professor Seokjin, I-i want to back down from the performance for the music festival. I can't seem to do it," the boy looked down at his sneakers and scratched his nape, anxious and nervous.

"Oh, why, dear? I heard that you're incredible at dancing and your partner's playing the piano. Isn't that a great match for the performance?" Seokjin questioned. He doesn't want the two to back down , especially Soobin. He's been feeling attached to him since he started teaching their class for some unknown reason.

Yeonjun ran his tongue over his lip ring and fiddled with his fingers. "W-well, I mean, i-it—"

"It's because of Soobin, isn't it?"

The younger of the two got caught, shutting his eyes tight and went to his last resort.

"Jin-hyung, can't you please let us off the hook for once? Please? I-i'll do better and work my ass off to boost my grades even more. Pretty please?" He begs with big doe eyes and clasped hands, desperately trying to make Seokjin agree with him on his request. As the professor was about to voice out his answer, Yeonjun frantically said his last proposal.

"I'll help you set up with Kim Namjoon!" He shouted as he closed his eyes tight and grimaced. He wasn't supposed to say that, wasn't he?

Surprised, flustered and seemingly convinced, Seokjin thought that it wasn't that bad of a deal. Shaking off his personal desires and focusing on the goal at hand, he has made a decision. He is kind of disappointed, but nevertheless decided to support the other two.

"Very convincing, Choi Yeonjun," the aforementioned male shot his eyes up at Seokjin, full of hope.

"But it's a no," Yeonjun can't believe that the dean just put his hopes rocket high and slammed it down immediately. He pouts in defeat and slumped his shoulders. Professor Kim smiled teasingly at the younger and pat his back.